Friday, October 24, 2014

Daniel works long hours cleaning his master’s house, telling
himself his lot is better than that of other enslaved humans, who are used for
sex or made to endure hard labor until they drop. He’s deemed neither
attractive enough nor strong enough to fetch a good price, so his master
tolerates him as a house servant. When a human bounty hunter takes a liking to
Daniel at one of the auctions, his master sells him without a moment’s
hesitation. His fate forever changed, Daniel is handed over to a man who has
made it very clear that he expects pleasure and complete submission from his
new acquisition…

But the bounty hunter has a secret, and it’s going to change
both their lives forever.

Daniel fired but
missed. Gaelen fired as well, and the animal roared in pain. Daniel tripped on
a rock, and the large cat landed partially on top of him. It dug its claws into
his leg, and they both screamed. The animal’s cry made Daniel’s head pound. A
flash of movement caught his eye, and blood splashed on his face. He blinked
and saw that Gaelen had sunk his blade into the animal’s neck. Gaelen twisted
the blade and then removed it before shifting to free Daniel from those claws.
Daniel cried out as four spots of pain blossomed anew on his leg.

Gaelen kicked the
creature away and then glared down at Daniel. “Fucking idiot,” he said, bending
and tossing Daniel over his shoulder without ceremony. He clamped a hand around
the wound, which hurt, but Daniel knew he’d done it to stop the bleeding.
Gaelen carried Daniel all the way back to the ship, almost two miles. He put
Daniel down on a long table in a small room Daniel had never noticed before and
gave him a thick rag. “Hold it on your leg. Bleeding’s almost stopped.” He left
the room without another word.

About five minutes
later, Daniel felt the ship taking off. Another five minutes passed before
Gaelen returned. “I scanned the canyon. There was a ship, too small to be ours.
And lots of those creatures. We’ll move on.”

As he spoke, he
didn’t look at Daniel’s face. He yanked Daniel’s boots and pants off and
examined the injury. He sprayed something on the wounds, which began to leak
pus. But Gaelen cleaned each wound thoroughly, not seeming bothered by the
messy task, and then he began to wrap it up. He then pulled Daniel’s shirt over
his head and began inspecting him for other injuries. Daniel sat there, naked,
wishing the other man would say something.

Gaelen finally
leaned against the table. “Another few inches, and that claw could’ve ripped
your gut open.” He met Daniel’s gaze at last. “I couldn’t have fixed that. I
would’ve had to run for help and just hope we’d get to you before more
creatures smelled the blood. The villagers might’ve even refused to come.”

“You’ve never had
to defend yourself before, never had to fight. You could’ve been killed!”

Daniel glared
right back at Gaelen. “Don’t yell at me just because it scared you. Seeing you
facing that thing scared me too.” Daniel had done lots of things to Gaelen in
bed the past few days, but he’d never been that aggressive. Now, he grabbed Gaelen
by the hair and yanked him close, crushing their lips together. He pulled
harder when Gaelen tried to get away, and soon the kiss went molten, the heat
between them exploding. Gaelen pushed Daniel down onto the table roughly,
fondling Daniel everywhere with one hand while freeing his own cock with the
other. He brought Daniel’s face to the edge of the table and fucked his mouth,
his hand on Daniel’s neck firm and possessive.

Daniel gagged but
took all he was given. He spread his legs in encouragement, and he moaned when
Gaelen’s fingers slid into him. Without lube, the invasion was rough and
painful, but on some level Daniel needed that right now, felt Gaelen needed it
too. Daniel stroked himself, squeezing his balls and clenching around Gaelen’s
fingers. Daniel cried out when Gaelen bent to suck him as well. He nearly
exploded, but held back so they could come together. The desire to be fucked
took over, and Daniel popped off Gaelen’s cock.

“Fuck me! You know
you want it.” He circled his tongue around the head of Gaelen’s cock. “Want it
bad. I can taste it on you.”

Gaelen grunted and
pulled away, first moving Daniel’s legs off the table and then turning him to
his stomach. He bent and licked Daniel’s hole, spitting a large amount of
saliva into him as he inched back. He held Daniel’s thighs in his hands, making
it impossible for Daniel to do anything but hold on to the other side of the
table, and then entered him without further prep.

The saliva lubed
Daniel just enough to keep him from screaming in pain. The invasion hurt at
first, a lot, but then the head of Gaelen’s cock found his prostate, hitting it
just right, as always. Then that familiar slow burn of pleasure-pain began, and
his balls ached from the weight of the seed in them.

Friday, October 17, 2014

One of my greatest pleasures is writing dubcon -- or dubious consent. It's a murky gray area that many of the Amazon police call rape.

I disagree.

To a point.

Have I seen dubcon go wrong and become rapey? YES. I've even went wrong in one of my stories and had Amazon pull books because the line was too close. It's where the muse led me and I went there. Looking back, I should've pulled back a little in those two titles and I fully admit that now.

Consent is a fine line, and I think there are merits to forced seduction.

No means NO. I get that. Totally.

But this is fiction. Erotic fiction. And exploring a FICTIONAL CHARECTER having their limits pushed, roughly, when they fight against the push is quite simply hot.

Would I force myself on a man who said no? No. Would I condone any of my readers doing the same thing? No. If he (or she) says no, then it's a no. PERIOD.

But what if a man says he's straight, yet his body responds to another man's caress? He quickly pulls away and says he's not gay and loves women, yet his cock is hard, tenting his pants?

There's no way my alpha male heroes would walk away from that.

They'd push. Get more reaction. Make that straight boy come so hard he didn't know what hit him. Maybe throw in some bondage action so the hero can make him come again and again and blow his everloving mind.

Forced seduction is hot. Dubcon, when done right, can be hot.

And let's get to the main point here -- as long as we're all consenting adults, we should be able to read whatever the fuck we want to read.

You don't see the Amazon police pulling books about serial killers because it might give budding serial killers ideas.

If dubcon isn't your cup of tea -- don't buy it. We are a free country. Let's stop the Amazon policing of books and censorship of authors.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Welcome Yuki Edo! She is sharing her new release, Foxfire, the first book in her Nine Tails M/M kitsune series.

Hiro didn’t think anything could amaze him more than his brother’s revelation that their family’s prosperity comes from the favor of the kami Inari. Yet Hiro soon learns that Inari’s kitsune, fox spirits who act as messengers, watch over his family in exchange for yearly tribute—and this year, Hiro has been requested as an offering by one of the mysterious fox spirits. Hiro’s brother takes him to a strange mansion one night, and Hiro is left at the mercy of Masaki Kitamura, who has yet to reveal what he has planned for his young visitor…

Hiro sat in the back of the Rolls
Royce Phantom beside his brother, very comfortable, yet at the same time not
feeling quite at ease. Sending the fancy, chauffeur-driven car to pick them up
seemed over the top to Hiro. Despite feeling that way, he ran his hand over the
leather seat again. While he appreciated the special treatment, he imagined Mr.
Kitamura had done it to show off.

He
bought your art and obviously wants more. Don’t mess this up. Rich guys like to
show off. You can deal. He glanced at Akira, who hadn’t even blinked when
the driver had arrived and immediately taken Hiro’s bags and his portfolio and
placed them in the trunk. “Where does this guy live? We’ve been driving a long
time.”

“Far outside the city. A private
estate.”

Of course. Hiro looked out the
window, though it was already dark and there was little to see. They slowed
soon after, turning down a narrow road, and he tried to see where they were.
They came to a complete stop about a mile later. When they moved again, the car
passed through a large wrought iron gate. The estate seemed to be surrounded by
a very tall stone wall, and blue flames adorned the pillars on each side of the
gate. Hiro stared, trying to see the source of the colored flames. It had to be
gas, but the orb-like flames seemed to hover just above the pillars. He blinked
to clear his eyes of the afterimages and sat back.

Blossoming cherry trees lined the
drive, but the rest of the land within sight was open space covered in recently
mown grass. Petals of various shades littered the drive and the area
surrounding each sakura. More pillars topped by flames dotted the area. They
looked eerie somehow, now that he really studied them. The house soon came into
view, set back against what looked to be a dark, thick forest. The design was
simple, everything made of plain gray stones, but the structure itself was huge
and seemed to go on forever in each direction. It had a slanted roof covered in
dark shingles, and it reminded Hiro of houses he’d seen in British period
dramas.

Once they’d stopped, Akira let
himself out of the car, so Hiro followed. The chauffeur took his luggage and
moved to a side door while Akira mounted the many steps that led to the main
door, a heavy slab of oak covered in carvings. Hiro didn’t like being parted
from his portfolio, but he didn’t say anything. He examined the carvings on the
door as Akira reached for a chain and rang the bell. Hiro faintly heard a gong
sound inside the house. The door took his breath away, the carvings seeming to
tell an intricate story. He saw a tall figure and a nine-tailed fox together,
and as the panels progressed, he saw that the fox’s tails had been cut off by the
other figure. Nine smaller foxes ran away, scattering.

This
guy likes foxes. Hiro had given Akira’s tale a lot of thought. Why would
his brother make up such a weird story? It made no sense. Hiro’s stomach
flipped as he looked at the door and then glanced back at the pillars on the
lawn. Foxfire could be blue, couldn’t it? He shook the thought away. The
setting seemed right for a supernatural event, but gods weren’t real. Neither
were kitsune. He took a deep breath as the door opened, telling himself to stop
letting his imagination run away with him.

They walked into the large
entryway, but Hiro only made it one step past the threshold. Sitting at the
bottom of a large staircase in the candlelit foyer was a giant white fox, which
towered above them even in a sitting position. It sat calmly with its bushy
tail curled around itself and watched them. Akira kept walking, but Hiro
grabbed him.

“This isn’t funny! What’s going
on?” The creature was bigger than a tiger or a bear, bigger than any animal
he’d ever seen.

Hiro kept squeezing his brother’s
arm, unable to look away from the fox. Rude? How could anyone act normally
after seeing something like the monster Akira tried to pull him toward? It was
beautiful, but nothing so large could be anything but terrifying. The fox stood
and took two steps forward, and Akira yanked Hiro toward it, the doors behind
them slamming shut as soon as he was completely past the threshold.

“Forgive him, please. I told him
everything, but he didn’t believe me.” Akira went down on one knee, jerking on
Hiro’s arm and making him do the same. Then Akira bowed his head. “Your
tribute, great Masaki.”

Hiro still stared at the fox, its
large black eyes mesmerizing him. The fox bowed its head as well in
acknowledgment. Despite himself, Hiro started shaking, and the creature noted
this, a sound almost like a whine coming from it.

And it vanished. Hiro blinked, and
in the fox’s place stood a handsome man in an expensive navy blue suit. He had
shoulder-length, dark brown hair and piercing brown eyes. He sported a short,
well-trimmed beard, which highlighted strong cheekbones. He licked his lips as
he stepped forward, and Hiro fought his attraction, just as he always did when
he saw any good-looking man. Shame filled him as he imagined what that
broad-shouldered body looked like without a suit covering it.

The man bowed low to Akira and
gestured for him to rise. Then he extended his hand to Hiro, who had no choice
but to take it. He’d already been rude enough, but he told himself he had good
reason. The hand felt human enough, yet Hiro could not forget the giant fox.

“I frightened you. Please forgive
me,” Masaki said. “It’s tradition, something you will soon see is important to
everything here.”

Hiro pulled away as soon as he was
on his feet. The man’s hand was too warm, too soft and strong. “I don’t
understand.”

Masaki smiled. “I’m Masaki
Kitamura, and everything your brother told you is true. I’m a fox spirit, but I
promise to stay in human form if that frightens you.”

Just thinking about it frightened
Hiro. He backed away, his resolve to go through with the arrangement
evaporating. “I’ve changed my mind. This is just too weird. Pick something
else. We’ll get it for you.” Hiro turned and made for the door, yanking on the
knob but finding the door locked. He pulled and pulled, searching for a way to
get out. There was no keyhole, no lock of any kind. He rested his head against
the wood, his heart racing as panic took over.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Newly appointed General of the Jenai Eastern Forces, Ezek looks
north, ready to add more to the Jenai’s widening borders. In order to
capture the City of Moffea, he must gain allies, which means crossing
the Crystian Sea. Ezek seeks out a famed smuggler to take him and his
men across, only to be refused by the dashing man who stirs his blood
and hardens his flesh unlike any before.Talan has created a wicked reputation based mostly on tall tales.
Having lost his ship and crew to the Moffeans, he is desperate, but not
desperate enough to help the dreaded Jenai. He refuses their general,
but knows he must leave Rastia and soon. Stowing away seems like his
best chance to escape thugs looking for the lost cargo on Talan’s ship.Talan escapes on Ezek’s ship, only to be found and delivered to the
general’s cabin. Ezek decides to punish his stowaway, binding him in
chains and tormenting his flesh, demanding a sexual surrender.

You can also check out the Companion Guide to this story (NSFW) HERE. Check out a map of Aurelia HERE.

“A stowaway was found under deck, General,” Dagwn said, tossing Talan to his knees before the desk.

Exactly where he belonged.

At Ezek’s feet.

“A stowaway?” Ezek asked, his cock lengthening immediately. He remained seated to prevent Talan from seeing the damage he caused.

“General, I would not stowaway. I reconsidered your offer and was touring the ship before speaking over terms. I must have fallen asleep below deck before you set sail.”

“Do you usually sway people with your lies, Talan?” Ezek asked, more amused than angry. He should be angry. His men would expect angry.

Talan grinned widely. “Baffle and confuse, more than I actually sway.”

Ezek fought the chuckle racing up his throat. When was the last time he had actually laughed? His gaze roamed over the man’s body, excitement zipping through him. Ezek had wanted Talan, and now here he was delivered into the palm of his hand. Maybe the Goddess smiled down on him after all.

The second Barbarian story didn't have as much of the wild and wooly tools I typically use in my tales. Being historical (well fantasy-historical-esque), too many hard core tools and implements wouldn't have a place there.

I kept to a lot of chain bondage with this installment.

There are a few fun bondage positions in the story, and I wanted to share a visual of those to go along.

Jade Dildo

Jade, and other stone, was often used in ancient dildos. Our hero uses one, perhaps not as intricate as this one, but no less effective.

As I said in the last companion guide, dildos have been around for up to 10,000 years, so the use of one in this tale is definitely appropriate. I love the look of the one photographed and wish I had found it prior to writing the story! Carvings of men fucking on the outside could've added to the torment!

Bound to the Floor

As soon as I saw this picture, I knew it had to happen in my next book. The scene was set a little differently in Ezek's tale -- Talan's hands were also bound, but this gives you a good idea of what's going on there.

Whew -- this one is just fucking hot as hell.

I really need to write some more fun bondage pieces, especially after finding good muse material like this one!

Bound with Ball Weights

There is also a scene with ball weights. Cock and ball torture is fun fodder. It will be making an appearance in level four as well.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

The world of Aurelia snagged me and I stayed there instead of returning to Le Cachot (level four is up next, I promise!), so book two is almost here!

In this story, Ezek finds a very sexy stowaway onboard while on his way across the sea, looking for a new alliance.

Unedited blurb

Newly appointed General of the Jenai Eastern Forces, Ezek
looks north, ready to add more to the Jenai’s widening borders.In order to capture the City of Moffea, he
must gain allies, which means crossing the Crystian Sea.Ezek seeks out a famed smuggler to take him
and his men across, only to be refused by the dashing man who stirs his blood
and hardens his flesh unlike any before.

Talan has created a wicked reputation based mostly on
tall tales.Having lost his ship and crew
to the Moffeans, he is desperate, but not desperate enough to help the dreaded
Jenai.He refuses their general, but
knows he must leave Rastia and soon.Stowing away seems like his best chance to escape thugs looking for the
lost cargo on Talan’s ship.

Talan escapes on Ezek’s ship, only to be found and
delivered to the general’s cabin.Ezek
decides to punish his stowaway, binding him in chains and tormenting his flesh,
demanding a sexual surrender.

Friday, October 10, 2014

I can't believe it's already October. Next thing we'll know, the month will come and go and we'll be eating turkey, surrounded by relatives we spend most of the year avoiding.

Best way to avoid? Your nose in a book.

Here's what's coming.

The Barbarian, Book Two

I know I promised I'd go right back to Le Cachot, but the world of Aurelia grabbed me in a choke hold and wouldn't let go. Ezek's story screamed in my head and I had to write it. Plus that whole dub-con, forced seduction thing is my favorite thing to write. I like exploring that gray area of consent, pushing someone to accept the desires they have hidden deep inside. I know the Amazon police don't like it, but I do. I got away from it when the giant was dragging books off left and right and I lost my way. I came back to it because I like it and apparently you guys do, too.

Le Cachot, Level Four

I'll be back with level four of The Dungeon soon enough. Hints about what's inside? Not sure I should tell you. Perhaps it should be a secret. You've seen a little hint of it at the Gates on level two, so it won't be a complete surprise. But it will be hot. Very hot.

After I round up level four, I'll make the decision to either continue on to level five or the third Barbarian tale. Depends on what my muse is craving. Or...

Bears, Bears, Bears

I made a promise about some bear loving to come. I have not forgotten. I've got a story started, a short perhaps. We'll see as it gets fleshed out. More to come on that later.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

When Tobias Thorn sees a hooded figure abducting a
young girl, he doesn’t think twice before racing to the girl’s rescue. Only he
isn’t quite quick enough...because the next thing Tobias knows he’s waking up
in a cavernous room, his hands and wrists bound to an equally cavernous bed,
with his chances of escape looking pretty damn slim.

But Tobias is not a man to take things lying down.
He’s going to find his way back home no matter what it takes! But then he meets
his abductor and realizes things aren’t quite that simple. Tobias has entered a
world unlike anything he has ever known before. If he wants his freedom, there
is only one way he is going to get it, by making a bargain with the Beast...

“You’ve abducted me,” Tobias said, his tongue suddenly
feeling too big for his mouth. “Chained me to the bed. You’re not letting me
leave. Why on Earth would I be attracted to you?”

The Beast smiled, and as he did so Tobias couldn’t help but
notice the way his yellow eyes seemed to glow. “Because you’re responding to my desires,” he said. “The fact that I
want you? You feel it and you’re responding to it.”

His words were so close to what Tobias had thought as they
walked the tunnels of this underground town that he shivered. If he didn’t know
better, he’d start to think the Beast was a mind reader or something. From the
beginning—and it was just a few hours ago—it was like this man knew exactly how
Tobias was going to act, how he was going to respond, even what he was going to
say. It was too much. Too intense on top of everything that had already
happened. Tobias held up his hands. “Stop,” he said. “Just stop.”

The Beast sighed, and then to Tobias’ absolute horror, and
intense, unwelcome delight, he took the edges of his tee-shirt…and in one
smooth move he pulled it over his head.

Tobias could do nothing but gape at him. Shock fizzling
through every cell of his being. The Beast was muscled in all the right places,
worse, he was dusted in a light sprinkling of tawny hair, and Tobias had always
been a sucker for hairy men. The urge to step forward, to run his hands over
those muscles, made Tobias gasp again. He could imagine catching his fingers in
the curls…tugging on them…

He swallowed hard. His hands itched, his heart raced, and
his cock thickened in an instant. The reaction was so swift, so visceral, that
Tobias didn’t know what to think of it.He could only take a deep shuddery breath.

“There is no stopping,” the Beast said, his eyes fixed hard
on Tobias. “Not now. Not after you ran. Perhaps if you had done as I asked I
would have been able to control myself for longer.” He shrugged. “But you’ve
awoken it now, Tobias. I can’t stop it.”

“I—”

“Feel it, Tobias,” the Beast added. “It is pulsing between us. There is only one
way to sate it.”

“It?” Tobias asked. “It?”

The Beast smiled. “Desire,” he said. “It’s been there from
the very beginning. It has always been just a matter of time until I had you.”

He is not for you…

Those words spoken to Gregovitch, the words spoken now, they
brought a million different images to Tobias’ mind, and it was ridiculous but
he actually felt weak-kneed. He knew exactly what the Beast was talking about,
and he shuddered at the thought of doing those things, not because he didn’t
want to, but because he did, so
badly…in that moment Tobias realized why he had taken so long to run, why he
had let his curiosity override his fear.

He wanted to be fucked by the Beast.

But he didn’t want
to want it.

“I just want to go home,” he whispered.

The Beast lowered his hands until they were on the top of
his jeans. Tobias gulped at the intent of that movement. “Only I have the power
to grant that,” he said.

“Because you rule here,” Tobias breathed.

“Precisely.”

“Then grant it,” Tobias said. “Please.”

The Beast shook his head, and then slowly, like he wanted
Tobias to see every movement, he popped the button of his jeans. “That is not
how it works,” he said. “Here if you want something you have to give something.”

And so Tobias asked, though he feared he already knew the
answer to his question. “What do you want?”

“And we’re going
to do that, Tobias,” the Beast whispered. “There is no choice anymore. Not if
you want what only I can give.”

Tobias snapped his eyes open. “To go home.”

“Precisely.”

“So if I do this…”

The Beast removed his hands from his zipper and crossed his
arms. “Then I may grant your request.”

“May?”

“If you are as beautiful as I suspect,” the Beast said. “If
it is as good as I have been imagining it will be.” He paused, and then he
smiled, that same smile that had made Tobias shudder in the very beginning. “If
you please me then yes, Tobias Thorn, I will allow you to go home.”

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

In the first book in this duo, Becoming Sarah, Roxxy introduced us to Steven, a straight man with a penchant for wearing women's panties, who was forced to become Sarah by an Arabian prince. Steven quickly learns pleasure in his new form, and in the continuation in Sarah's Journey, readers can see Sarah blossom even more.

For those of you out there who enjoy gender swap, gender fluidity, and transsexual situations. Be warned, the story incudes MM, MFM/MFF, MMMM/MFMM, ANAL PLAY, ANAL SEX, DUBIOUS CONSENT, and FISTING.

Steven’s transformation
into Sarah has not been without speed bumps, but as she starts to come to terms
with her transformation, she soon realizes that she craves Prince Al Habib’s
touches more than ever.

The prince
allows her to play out her fantasies, bringing her friend and confidant into
their bed, only to then forbid Sarah to continue her affair with the woman.

Sarah uses her
wiles to sway his decision—but the prince flips the tables on her and shares
her with his friends—men she struggles to ignore.

Yes, my little
bird. Once night falls, I’ll call for you. And your Lacey. And you can show me
the fantasies you have.

The
sun was setting now, the orange fire dancing across the sky celebrating the
coming night.Prince Al Habib’s words
repeated in Sarah’s mind over and over as her excitement grew. Tonight she
would show her prince her fantasies, bringing both her lovers together into one
bed.Al Habib did not care for women, at
least ones born as such.He preferred
females like Sarah, ones born male and seductively transformed.

Sarah
stared at herself in the full length mirror, her gaze drifting over the changes
to her body.The alterations she’d gone
through were so powerful she struggled to come to terms with them all, yet at
the same time she felt so comfortable in her new skin, it was almost
frightening.She’d awoken in Prince Al
Habib’s palace, in a hospital bed in the on-site clinic, no longer completely
the man she’d been born.

Transforming
into another person was freeing in some ways, allowing her to be someone else
entirely and to sense the world from a completely new perspective.

Her
gaze traveled over the bulge in her leopard print silk panties, the outline of
her hardening cock and sac still apparent.Outside of that, there were no other signs she was a male at birth.Between the magic of Lacey’s makeup skills
and the talent of the medical staff, she’d been shaped into a very costly work
of art.

Seeing
herself like this, her body more curvaceous, mostly thanks to the large breasts
the prince had forced on her, made it hard for her to consider herself a him any longer.This body was a mask of epic proportions,
covering the man she’d once been, allowing her to blossom into more.Seeing herself like this was mind-altering.She now thought more like a woman, considered
herself one.Steven had become Sarah, from
the inside out.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Welcome my guest and release day partner, Alex Bowman. The second book in Alex's Soul Collector Series is here.

Sheriff Jason McCall has been entrusted by his community to protect and serve. When dead bodies start littering the morgue, his investigations lead him to a world of creatures in which he never believed. Questioning his own sanity, he closes in on the killers, never expecting to be attracted to one of the things that go bump in the night.

Elia, the Air Demon Prince, trails an enemy of old into the countryside. When he is nearly arrested by the local sheriff, the prince is tempted to let the sexy lawman put him in cuffs. Elia senses their connection, but the sheriff fights him at every turn.

Bodies collide as they find solace in each other. Jason’s weary of joining their fight, bound by the oath he gave his neighbors. So, Elia pulls out all the stops to lay down his lawman.

“Sheriff, you’ve got it all wrong. You really do. I’m on your side in this. I saw all the strange disappearances in Jackson and came here to help. I’m a demon hunter.” Elia took a tentative step forward, knowing if he could get close enough, he could tell the sheriff to release him and to forget everything that had just happened. If he could just get a good look into the man’s eyes.

“Stay the fuck back,” the human spat.

Elia took another tentative step closer, knowing he was pushing his luck. A bullet wouldn’t kill him but it would sting like hell. “Molock has left a trail of dead bodies in his wake before. I can help you.”

The gun never moved or shook. Elia felt an instant of respect for the man behind the weapon, holding it with a steady, unblinking focus. “I said, stand your ground. Don’t move any closer or I will shoot you.”

“Now, sheriff, I’m not trying to hurt anyone. I came out here to see what Molock was up to and to see how to stop him.” Elia was only a few feet away now and could finally get a good look at the sheriff’s face. He was younger than Elia expected, his skin smooth without wrinkles. The wide brim of his Stetson cast a shadow over half his face, but the wide mouth was expressive, the lips curved and bowed under a strong, angled nose. The peppering of beard growth just made the male all the more attractive. A twinkling light came from where his eyes should be.

Elia captured the stare as best he could, staring at where those twinkles were. “You’ll release me now, and let the woman go. We were never here.”

“What kind of bullshit is that?”

Elia grimaced. Apparently, he’d not gotten a good enough look into the man’s eyes when he’d issued the command. He’d need to get closer, pop the hat off the human. He took another carefully measured step.

“I will not hesitate to shoot you. Take one more step and you’re gonna have a hole in you.”

Elia knew he needed to be quick. Elia would have to jump the sheriff and pin the man to the ground, get the ridiculous cowboy hat off and capture his stare. Once it was all over, the human would never realize what had even happened. In the blink of an eye, he pounced, but not before the human let off a round from his gun. Elia was too fast and the bullet didn’t get him in the intended spot, but rather, slipped just past his shoulder, nicking him.

The pain lanced through his arm, but he couldn’t stop until he had gotten the officer to forget him. Tumbling him to the ground, Elia soon landed on top of the human and wrestled him for the gun. The thing went off in their hands, hitting the Aston Martin on the side. Dammit, my car! He heard Chastity scream and begin running, her feet sounding over the pebbled drive.

Elia somehow knocked the hat from the man and saw him for the first time, Elia not needing as much light to see in the moonlit night. A strong brow covered the most intense set of green eyes he’d ever seen. An aquiline nose ended above those firm lips, taut cheeks sloped down to a firm jaw.

The man was absolutely stunning.

Elia’s body reacted immediately. He tried to ignore the jade green and how incredibly beautiful those eyes were. He also tried to ignore how turned on he was getting, too, the strapping man fighting with incredible strength below him. He tried to ignore how rock hard his cock was already becoming. He needed out, and sex wasn’t on the menu.“Let us go. We were never here. Forget us,” Elia said, inwardly not wanting the man to forget him.

“You’re crazy!” the human cried out.

Shocked that his power hadn’t worked, Elia was knocked off and the human pinned him to the ground. Elia was so shocked, he didn’t even fight the officer.

Elia was doubly shocked when he felt the officer as hard as he was. The human was big, thick, and heavy against Elia’s leg, which only added to Elia’s desire.

The sheriff holstered his weapon, ignoring the tense air around them. “I don’t know what kind of shit you’re on mister, but you’re a loon. And under arrest.”